Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.